Proof is never definitive, after all; one has to begin again with each new person.
Men cry because things are not what they ought to be.
The loss of love is the loss of all rights, even though one had them all.
In the end, we would like not to be guilty while at the same time being dispensed of the effort of purifying ourselves. Not enough cynicism and not enough virtue.
We are not certain, we are never certain.
He was conscious of the disastrous fact that love and desire must be expressed in the same way.